The washing's out, it's hanging up 
And all I had is nothing 
Nothing to do, nothing to say 
I think I must be dreaming 

The sun comes up and I'm all washed out 
Is this what Deaner was talking about? 
And I do not think I will ever return 
Again, my friend 

If I were king I'd wear a ring 
And never hurt my people 
I'd stay alert, and just to kill 
I might even slip you something 

The sun comes up and I'm all washed out 
Is this what Deaner was talking about? 
And I do not think I will ever return 
Again, my friend 

The sun comes up and I'm all washed out 
Is this what Deaner was talking about? 
And I do not think I will ever return 
Again, my friend 

I do not think I will ever return 
Again, my friend 
I do not think I will ever return 
Again, my friend